Chaucer and I were never friends in a past life, and we certainly will not be bffls in this lifetime either. I mention this only because Chaucer and I will be spending a lot of time together--trying to familiarize ourselves with one another. I want to skip the awkward initial meeting--where we run out of things to talk about, phrases are thrown around that I don't recognize. I'm in a Medieval Dream Literature course this semester which literally translates into DEATH. We have to read Middle English (what on earth am I to do with Middle English!?) I will cringe and die every class (in addition we have to meet up with three other students outside of class to discuss the big C-man, Chaucer, or should I call him Geoffrey?) But fortunately I have Sara! Like me, she will be subjugated to the horrors of dream literature.
My other two courses seem fairely boring & interesting at the same time. Sociology is a GIGANTIC lecture (at least 200 students) I've made a friend, Chika, from Japan. We talked asian drama & j-pop, it was glorious. The World Politics in Far East Asia since 1894 may need some gum chewing midway through class in order to tolerate it. I was trying very hard to be friendly, so when someone mentioned New York, I perked up & announced I was from the great NY! Another guy said he was too. I enthustically raised up my hand for a high five! Luckily, he didn't leave me hanging--but he thought I was strange. His raised eye-brows were a dead give away. I got very excited & asked where he lived (Upper East Side) and where he went to high school (thinking YAY! public school system! 6 degrees of separation...) and he said in a monotone voice, "I went to a elite boarding school near Boston." My face fell as I scrambled to say, "oh, nice!" When he heard of my (little) high school, he added with flippancy, he had never heard of it. Bastard!
I finally got my state i.d. in the mail today (now I can go drink without having to carry my passport!) I was expecting a heartfelt letter from home--but what I got was an envelope. Written on that envelope were two distinct words, "Drink Responsibly." I laughed so hard. Oh pops, how you care!
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George: Drink responsibly? Alex is reading Chaucer...wish I had access to drink when I took that Shakespeare course in college. Alex: Have fun...and, by the way, DRINK RESPONSIBLY!...DT
oh pappa chew!
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